Thursday, December 23, 2010

Light in the Night

Cold, it is told, did our world enfold

The night that Our Lord was born;

Our sheep who were deep in a midnight sleep

Awoke and believed it morn.

Our hay, so they say, in a manger lay

To make Him a warm, soft bed:

When close to the earth at the hour of His birth

Our Saviour reclined His head.

Light in the night that was clear and bright

Drew westward three Eastern kings;

And royal the way that they knelt to pray,

All covered with crowns and rings.

Archangels in throngs with celestial songs

Proclaimed ere the dawn began,

In valley, on hill, unto men of good will,

Their joy in our God made man.

by Fr. Leonard Feeney, M.I.C.M.